Don't Let Me Go

We're Friends

Honestly I didn't even know where to start. How do you tell somebody the one thing you don't want anyone to know? I guess if I was going to do this I was going to have to tell him everything from the beginning. I see Stiles just staring at me waiting to start and at that moment Scott squeezed my hand and was able to muster a little bit of courage.

"Well umm I'm sure you've noticed I've been very different. How about six months ago I was suddenly quiet and uncomfortable around people and clinging to Scott like I would die without him near."

Stiles nodded, "Yeah like when you punched me in the face."

"Stiles!" Scott growled and I looked down into my hands. It was those kinds of memories that I hated because they only reminded me of how different I've become.

"Yeah like when I punched you which I've said I'm sorry about." I pause and take a breath.

"About six months ago remember how me and Scott had that date where we went to the fair?"

"Yeah the same place with the murders I was telling Scott about. What about it?" Stiles is suddenly alert probably because he loves learning about possible new information.

"Well at some point that night I wandered off and got lost... I had left Scott eating and was looking for a bathroom... I was about to turn around when these four men approached me. It was too late to run... I-"

I had to take a second because I was beginning to sob. I was trying to hold back the tears but something about the way Stiles was looking at me as if he knew exactly what I was going to say next and he probably did since these guys were being known for possibly the most notorious rapists.

Stiles reached over and grabbed the other hand Scott wasn't holding, "You can tell me anything Allison. I know we don't really get to talk much and when we do someone is usually about to be killed but I love you like a sister. We're friends and you can trust me."

"I got raped... B-by those four men. I-It was Scott who found me. He took care of me and c-carried me to the hospital and was there for me. I've been so attached to him because he's the only person who knew and understood what I was going through... I-It was Scott who killed t-them. H-He just got into a blind murderous rage when he saw me on the ground and knew what was happening. I-It wasn't his fault. C-Can you imagine finding Lydia like t-that?"

"I would have killed them too." Stiles replied to me with a glance to Scott.

That was it. I had told Stiles what happened. I was crying but it wasn't because it was hard to tell him. It wasn't as bad as I thought it would be. I guess it was because with Scott I really told him everything. Stiles just needed to know the basics.

"Scott I know it's going to sound weird but can you leave me alone with Allison for a few minutes.. I want to talk with her alone.. Really alone. Alone as in don't use your super werewolf hearing to listen in."

Scott looked pissed but got up nonetheless, "I trust you but don't get any ideas." He pecked my lips really quick before stepping out.

I look at Stiles with a confused look on my face, "Why did you do that?" I whispered.

Stiles walks up and sits down next to me. He reaches for my hand and a tear escapes his eye, "What I'm about to tell you nobody knows about. Nobody."

"Tell me."

"When I was.. About nine... I had this babysitter who would touch me... And I never told my dad or anyone... I just felt like nobody would understand and I didn't want everyone to think of me as the little boy who got molested." Stiles was squeezing my hand so tight like if it was the only thing keeping him from falling apart.

Both of us were crying and it felt like I was closer to Stiles in that moment. "Yeah I get that... I don't want anyone go know either. I'm sorry Stiles about what happened to you."

"I know what you went through was worse but I-I thought you could m-maybe trust me or talk to me more if you knew that I understood. I didn't have anyone to turn to. I never r-really was the same kid after that. I think my sarcasm developed after that as a sort of way to push people away."

"Hey Stiles? There's actually someone who does understand what I went through... I-I talked to her nearly everyd-day so that I could get through it and without her I wouldn't have."

Stiles immediately froze and started shaking his head. "No, no, no, not her. Please not her."

"Yes Lydia. I shouldn't have told you but I think you should talk to her. She needs someone who understands her but she's never willing to open up to guys... But I think the reason why is sort of obvious."

Stiles cried harder now, "I should have known. She's so scared to be in a relationship and doesn't let herself fall in love. Jackson was her first love and that ended terribly. Oh god why her?"

"Why anyone?"

After that we didn't talk. I pulled Stiles in for a hug and let him cry in my shoulder and I cried with him. He had just found out the love of his life had been raped and told me his biggest secret. Lydia would be furious with me of course. I think she just needed a little nudge into Stiles direction.

"Umm sorry to interrupt.. Err are you guys finished talking?" Scott said leaning on the wall at the entrance of the living room.

"Uh yeah we are. Just haven't stopped crying."

Stiles pulls out of my arms and lets Scott sit down next to me. He grabs my face and wipes my tears away with his thumbs and gently kisses me.

"Are you okay?" He whispered in my ear. I nodded back to him.

Stiles used his shirt sleeve to wipe off his tears and kept sniffling, "So... I imagine you guys are here to figure out what the police know so Scotts werewolf ass isn't locked up?"

Stiles was right. He did use his sarcasm as a way to forget what was running through his head. I just used Scott. He was my anchor. A single hand squeeze from him can give me strength to do anything.